I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

In Song Wenxuan's words of concern for Xu Yuan, everyone could hear his disdain for her.

I lost. Here's a hundred million; I don't need the money myself.

If you lose, you'll come and be my slave; that's the difference between us.

"One hundred million, that sounds very tempting."

Xu Yuan wasn't angry; instead, he wore an innocent, uncomprehending smile: "I've never actually seen how much a hundred million is."

"Winning or losing doesn't matter, I just think it's fun."

"Alright, let's go down together and choose a horse."

Song Wenxuan gestured for them to proceed and walked ahead towards the horse farm below.

Staff at the horse farm heard instructions through earpieces and began injecting the horses with medication.

In horse racing, the jockey is an important factor, but ultimately it comes down to how fast the horse runs. If the horse has diarrhea halfway through the race, how can you possibly win?

Unless you let the horse ride a person.

The staff got ready, and Xu Yuan and his group came down.

"Young Master Song, your horse is ready."

An older master led over a group of robust, chestnut-colored horses. Song Wenxuan nodded in satisfaction and explained to Xu Yuan with a smile.

"I raised this horse from a puppy. I usually ride it when I come down to play, but other people are not allowed to ride it."

"Today is an exception. Brother Xu has no experience in horse racing before, so isn't it an advantage for me to ride this?"

I'll pick another one.

"There's no need," Xu Yuan waved his hand magnanimously. "Since it's a competition, it should be fair and just, and everyone should make the most of their strengths."

"This is your home turf, you ride your horse, that's only right."

"If that's what you say, Brother Xu, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Song Wenxuan had been waiting for this very wish: to ride his own warhorse on his own horse farm, where he had never been defeated.

He could already picture himself being thrown off his horse and getting a mouthful of horse manure.

If you have a debt of 100 million, you'll spend the rest of your life cleaning horse manure at the horse farm.

Zhang Ruonan is still mine.

"Brother Xu, pick a horse yourself." Song Wenxuan and the other masters exchanged glances. The old master gave him a reassuring look, and everything was ready.

Xu Yuan circled the horse once, and Zhang Ruonan followed beside him worriedly: "Brother Yuan, why don't we just call it a day? Horse racing can be dangerous."

"You don't believe me?"

"Of course I believe you, no one is as amazing as my brother Xu Yuan." Zhang Ruonan gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up.

"There's no need for us to show off. In my heart, you're already a great hero."

"You have such a sweet tongue."

Xu Yuan smiled and patted the neck of the black horse in front of him: "When I was in the mountains, I rode tigers and lions, but this is my first time in a horse riding competition. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try."

"Riding a tiger or lion?"

Zhang Ruonan assumed Xu Yuan was joking with herself: "At a time like this, she's still teasing herself."

"Fine, go ahead and play, but be careful."

That guy is a wolf in sheep's clothing; don't let him fool you.

He might be plotting something against you.

"It's endlessly enjoyable to fight with others, so let me see his methods."

Xu Yuan smiled and reached out to grab the reins of the black horse: "I'll ride this one."

"By the way, should we sign an agreement or something?"

"Sign an agreement?"

Song Wenxuan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized: "We should sign one. If Brother Xu encounters any danger, we won't be responsible for his medical expenses. Life and death are in the hands of fate."

"No, that's not it. I meant the 100 million."

Xu Yuan didn't think he would get hurt; he believed Song Wenxuan would die first: "What if I win and you renege on your debt?"

Song Wenxuan's smile froze on his face. He gave an awkward laugh and said, "How could that be? I'm not that kind of person."

"Besides, with so many people watching, I don't need a hundred million."

Song Wenxuan pointed towards the stands: "They will also bet on our next match."

The Song family values ​​reputation above all else, and we will not sacrifice our integrity for such a small sum of money.

"I hope so."

Xu Yuan put on his gear and told Zhang Ruonan to wait for him in the stands.

"I wish my brother all the best."

In the stands, the guests attending the banquet loved watching this kind of excitement.

What's the point of normal horse racing? At most, you just lose some money; it's just a matter of how much you win.

The races themselves are more interesting to watch when the horses are in the race.

"Who is Young Master Song arguing with?"

The new guests, unaware of what had happened, inquired with the guests they knew.

"Young Master Song grew up on horseback. To master riding skills, he sought out renowned masters everywhere, and he raised his warhorses from a young age. Compared to him, who could possibly win?"

"Looks like we've run into a fool today. This is going to be good."

"Bet ten million on me, Young Master Song will win."

"I'll also bet ten million, Young Master Song will win."

When Zhang Ruonan returned, all she could see and hear were people betting on Song Wenxuan to win. She shouted, "I bet a hundred million, I want my brother to win!"

One sentence stunned everyone, and they all turned around to see who had such great courage.

"So it's Miss Zhang."

The guest who was about to make a sarcastic remark swallowed his words when he saw Zhang Ruonan.

If an ordinary person said they would bet 100 million, it would be absolutely bragging.

The Zhang family definitely has that capability.

They didn't say anything, but they were all secretly calculating how much they could earn if they won this round.

Zhang Ruonan walked to the edge of the stands, where she could see Xu Yuan on the horse track. She waved her arms frantically, shouting, "Go, Brother Xu!"

The customers were curious about who this "Brother Yuan" she was talking about was.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the competition is about to begin. Are you ready?" The announcer's enthusiastic voice rang out over the loudspeaker.

"Brother Xu, winning or losing isn't important, just don't get hurt."

Astride his horse, Song Wenxuan spoke with confident concern to Xu Yuan: "You're injured. Miss Ruonan must be heartbroken."

"Thank you for your concern." Xu Yuan clasped his hands in a fist and bow, "You should take care of yourself."

"Countdown begins!"

Ding……

With a crisp sound, the barrier rose, and the two horses galloped off simultaneously.

"here we go."

"Keep going, brother..."

Zhang Ruonan leaned half her body out of the stands, her eyes fixed on Xu Yuan, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Who exactly is that person?"

"I've never seen Miss Zhang lose her composure like this because of that man before!"

"I'm curious too. I'll have to take a good look later to see where this deity came from!"

"I heard that Miss Zhang was able to wake up because of a miracle doctor named Xu Yuan. Could it be him?"

Someone voiced their guess, and everyone was stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened.

"No, isn't the miracle doctor an old man?"

The one down there is clearly just a young kid.

"That might not be him?"

The crowd chatted amongst themselves, but their eyes never left the horse track.

"It's a sure thing, Young Master Song will definitely be number one."

The customers who bet on Song Wenxuan had big smiles on their faces. They saw Song Wenxuan riding ahead of them, while the black horse behind him swayed and looked like it was about to fall over at any moment.

"Ms. Zhang, it looks like you're going to lose money this time."

"One hundred million is nothing; my Zhang family can afford it."

Zhang Ruonan snorted coldly: "Besides, it's not over yet. How do you know we've lost? My brother is very strong. He will definitely win."

On the racecourse, Song Wenxuan looked smug, glanced back at Xu Yuan, whom he had already distanced himself from, and his lips curled up uncontrollably.

"Kid, you're too green to mess with me."

Xu Yuan rode the black horse at a leisurely pace, and he could clearly feel the horse's legs going weak.

"No rush, no rush."

He stroked the black horse's mane and leaned over its ear: "If you don't run away, I'll slaughter you and eat you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yuan snapped his fingers with ease, and the black horse immediately felt a powerful force flowing into its body, making it full of vitality.

The crowd in the stands, seeing Xu Yuan's gesture, assumed he had given up and called for a waiter to open the champagne.

"We won this round, cheers!"

They had just raised their glasses when they suddenly heard Zhang Ruonan shout excitedly.

"Hurry, Brother Yuan, faster, we're almost at the bottom."

Everyone looked towards the racecourse. The black horse, which had been unable to run, seemed to fly, leaving a trail of afterimages. At the last moment, it overtook Song Wenxuan and was the first to reach the finish line.

"We won..."

Zhang Ruonan excitedly pumped her fist and shouted, then turned to look at the others: "How about that? You can't take my 100 million away, what's yours is all mine."

The hands of everyone holding wine glasses hung in mid-air, unsure whether to drink or not.

"I told you, if you open the champagne at halftime, you're guaranteed to lose."

The young man slammed down his wine glass and sighed softly.

At the finish line of the racecourse, Xu Yuan held the reins and looked at Song Wenxuan with a smile.

"Sorry, I got lucky again."

Song Wenxuan could no longer hide his fake smile and glared angrily at Xu Yuan.

"How is that possible?"

"You definitely cheated?"

"You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?"